#btv shenanigans

[mybloodyvampire]

It is funny at the end of Tabula Rasa when Buffy can't even look at Spike, she runs away from him when he tries to help her up and asks if she's okay, and then in the Bronze he comes looking so sad and hopeful and she just turns her head and can't even say anything. Just decided on rewatch that in addition to suddenly remembering her crippling depression Buffy is freaked out by Spike thinking he is good when memoryless and him wanting to help her in both worlds. I'm interpreting Spike's heavy breathing desperate pleading look to her at the Bronze as a moment of, please, do you see me now?? even though he knows I guess she doesn't, part of him hopes maybe it could change something, that she'll let him help, cos she can't pretend anymore that that side of him is just a front to win her over and feed his infatuation or whatever.

I think it does change something because it's chipped away Buffy's resolve to dismiss him and she's on her last wee legs with that and can't even look at him without lip trembling. After this shift everything gets 100x times more toxic cos that's the only way Buff can take it :( WHYYYyY

[tigerf00d]

Got a Photograph, Picture of

Pairing: Spike x Reader

Other Characters: the Scoobies (mentioned)

Tags: explicit NSFW/smut, blood drinking, photography/nude photos, no use of y/n, gender neutral pronouns (afab body, sorry y'all, working with what I know.)

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary:

“Spike?” You centred him in the frame made out of your thumb and forefingers, pretending to line up the camera.

“Can vampires take pictures?”

Your vampire counterpart paused from where he was leafing through a book, looking up at you curiously.

“Well, yes. But often not very well.”

A/N: Title from the Def Leppard song. This is a second part but can be read as standalone! Also available on my Ao3. As this is explicit, you are (as always) responsible for your own consumption of media. That said, if you stay, please enjoy!

Read the first part here.

You were both sitting in Spike's room below the crypt, bedroom painted gold with warm rays that faded as the sun set. His ‘bed’, which really was just a bedframe and collection of fabrics as he claimed a mattress was “too soft” after a century of sleeping wherever was convenient (see also; the floor), was propped up in the corner.

It was strange. Ever since your mutual confession a month ago, you had been around his place, around him, much more. You’d seen his bed before, but now that you’d slept in it? (And that was ALL… I swear on Giles, Buffy.) There was a familiarity you hadn’t expected.

“Spike?” You centred him in the frame made out of your thumb and forefingers, pretending to line up the camera.

“Can vampires take pictures?”

Your vampire counterpart paused from where he was leafing through a book, looking up at you curiously.

“Well, yes. But often not very well.”

“You know that’s not what I meant. Can you have your photograph taken?”

“Depends on the camera. Why do you ask?”

“...No reason.”

He looked at you flatly, faux unamusement painting his face, but you knew the truth.

“Sure, I’ll just take your word for it then, shall I, poppet?”

You nodded, and he just kept staring at you.

Had there always been that many bricks in the wall? It was obvious that you couldn’t hold his gaze, but it was difficult to resist him. One more look can’t hurt, can it? It’s not like he was still looking, surely. He was. pale eyes and that scar that sat so effortlessly over his brow. peering up at you.

“Pet.” Spike said lowly, “What’s the reason?”

“Ok, you're right. There is a reason.” You pause at his smug smile. “Don’t let it get to your head. We were reading this magazine and-”

“We?”

“The Scoobies, well, Willow and Xander mostly.”

“Mhmm, go on.”

“Well, they had this, er, column. On… intimate things, I saw one of the ideas and thought I could adapt it for us to do.”

“So instead of just askin’ me if we could get it on, you decided to ask if I could have my picture taken?”

He was trying not to laugh, lips twitching as he tried to keep a straight face.

“No! I just, one of them was talking about giving boudoir photos to your partner or whatever and I thought it would be nice to just have a clean and wholesome picture of you.”

“What for? It’s not like we do anything without each other, except when I go out to eat.”

“And during the day.” You murmured, watching the dawning realisation in his expression.

“Oh, so is that what this is? Hm? Already so attached to me, is that it, love?”

You frowned, rubbing your palm apprehensively, “Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, no, we’ll take your pictures. Did you bring the camera?” He looks at you knowingly.

“Well, I only have a digital one, and it’s not the best—”

He cut you off,

“Digital is better, at least I look normal on the screen. It’s the silver in the developer that’s the issue.” You nodded and went to find your bag, which you had left near the worn-down entrance to the crypt.

As you returned, the bleached-blond vamp was nowhere to be seen. It was still light out, and you had just been in the crypt itself, which left either the entrance to the town’s underground system, or… you spun around and saw the vamp leaning against the wall near the door with a bemused smirk on his face.

“You're not getting rid of me that easily.”

“I didn't think so.” You huffed a laugh before raising the camera. “I’ve got it. Where do you wanna sit?”

Spike frowned, looking around his bedroom before laying down on his bed.

“Here? Are you sure?”

“You kneel over me to take it, an’ that way, we both get to enjoy the view.”

You rolled your eyes, “Uh huh, anything else?”

“Yes,” Spike drawled before he quickly sat up, removed his shirt, and lay back down. “Now it’s gonna be memorable.”

“Everything you do is memorable.” You grumbled, moving to straddle his hips.

“What was that?” he had excellent hearing, and you both knew it.

“Nothing, Spike,” unable to wipe the smile plastered on your face. You saw him struggle not to smile below you.

Spike liked to tease. That much was obvious to anyone who saw the pair of you together, but even more so he liked for the other to join in, to acknowledge the teasing and throw the ball back to his court. He was ever the brat that way.

You sat down slightly, trying to frame the image better through the tiny window.

One of his arms moved to cushion his head, tilting his face closer to the camera, and the other wrapped around your leg, and you felt him palm your thigh.

“Spike.”

“Yes?” he responded, feigning obliviousness.

“Your hand, it’s distracting.”

“Oh.” the vamp responded all too suddenly, eyes glittering with mirth.

You took the picture.

“A little warning, love?” Spike blinked, the bright light leaving green remnants in his vision. You smiled at the pixelated version of him on the screen.

“Sorry. You just looked so…”

“So?”

“So… you. I couldn’t help myself.”

He looked at you softly before slipping back into his comfortable persona.

“Do I get one of you, then?”

You shrugged, “If you want.”

Rolling off of him and pushing the camera into his hands in one swift motion, you asked, “Where do you want me?”

“Same as me.”

You moved to lay on your back so he could reverse the positions, but he grabbed your shoulder and looked at you expectantly.

“What?”

“Take your top off.”

“Spike. I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

“What? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“That was different, I was injured.”

Spike conceded, tilting his head before continuing, “Still. For me? It'll be collarbones up, cross my undead heart.”

You thumbed the hem of your shirt and rolled your eyes, “Only for you. Got that?”

“Wouldn't dare to dream of having it any other way.” He assuaged.

Top now removed, you lay back down as Spike eyed you appreciatively through the viewfinder.

“It's the same for you, y'know.”

“What's that, love?”

“I'm not going to show anyone your picture. That is unless you want me to.”

“Appreciate that, pet. Now, hold still. Or better yet, as you so wonderfully put it, do something you-ish.”

You looked at him begrudgingly,

“I did not say ‘you-ish’, William.”

“My first name, you wound me.” He muttered, trying to focus.

“You're a vampire. It’ll heal.”

Spike lowered the camera minutely to level you with a frown, which you couldn't help but laugh at. Eyes stinging with the same green remnants he had experienced moments ago as Spike captured the moment. You sat up, moving one leg over the other as he waited momentarily to inspect the screen before looking at it fondly and putting the camera to the side, picking up your shirt, and just holding it.

“Well, now. What to do?”

“Now I put my shirt back on, and we get you something to eat.”

“Ah, not so fast love. I ate earlier. So we'll have to think of something else.”

“It would help if you gave me my shirt. Then we could actually go places, Spike.”

“Why don't we stay in tonight? It's perfectly nice in here.”

You look around the barren room, cobwebs lining the ceiling.

“In your… crypt?”

“Well, where else do you propose?”

“I did say ‘out’, didn’t I? But… You have a point. You’re certain that you’re not hungry?”

“Positive, love. Though I could be tempted if a certain someone was offering.”

You gasped, squinting at Spike suspiciously. He had drunk from you once before, but it was (unfortunately) in the least sexy way possible, involving a certain mystical terror stalking vampires for their undead energy and subsequently placing Spike on house arrest, but seeing as he didn’t actually have a house, he had boarded with Giles at the time, much to the pair’s mutual enjoyment. To put it simply, it was a whole ordeal that had whisked Giles away for longer than desired, and Spike had to feed somehow: enter you. Could you have bought pig’s blood? Most definitely. Was the idea of asking for pig’s blood and it being sold out due to Hellmouth shenanigans somehow more embarrassing than anxiously offering your arm to the man? Jury’s still out on that one. Perhaps the answer lies in the way you have thought about it on and off at least twice a week since the event had occurred, say, two years ago. But let’s not examine that too closely.

“I see.” You responded finally.

Spike tilted his head in a way that let you know he was observing you. Or, more accurately, confirming a suspicion.

“Why so quiet all of a sudden?”

You scoffed, “I’m always quiet, Spike.”

“Maybe so, love, but not like this. Something on your mind? I didn’t bother you with the blood talk, did I?” He was choosing his words carefully, no doubt leading you somewhere.

“No, Spike. You know I don’t mind that.”

“So what is it?”

“Have you been reading my diary?” you blurted.

“Why? Is there something in there I should be reading?”

Hook, line, and sinker. Damn it, you really had to get better at figuring out exactly what he was trying to confirm before trying to evade it.

“...No.”

“No? Nothing to do with me drinking your blood?”

You blinked up at him, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. “Why would I write about that?”

“I don’t know, pet, but you’re awful nervous for someone who has nothing to hide right now.”

“Well, I’m not. Hiding anything, I mean.” Spike’s eyes tracked the movement as crossed your arms over your chest, protecting yourself from the cool air from below the crypt.

“That’s good.”

You both stared at each other for another beat, before he rolled his eyes dramatically.

“I may have seen you writing your diary.” Spike admitted,

“WHAT?” You yelped at the same time that he continued, “Did you know you mouth words when you write? Adorable, really.”

“YOU’VE BEEN WATCHING ME??”

“Vampire, love, get with the program.”

Taking a moment to catch a breath and re-centre yourself, you nod slightly in understanding. Altogether unsurprising that he did that, still a little creepy, but also weirdly heartwarming now that you had your ten seconds.

“Cool. Cool, so… so what, was this a set-up to get me to admit that maybe I might have a slight thing for vampirism or…?”

“Slight?”

“Spike, you know that’s not why I’m here.”

“Only teasing, pet. No, for once, this hasn’t been some elaborate ruse. But when opportunities arise.”

“Ok, so… so, what? You want to drink my blood?”

“Among other things.” He murmured.

“Spike?” You hesitated, watching his expression closely. “What if I said yes?”

He shrugged, “Then I would drink your blood.”

“Is that all?”

“If that's all you wanted it to be.” Spike moved closer, causing you to lay back onto the soft blankets below you, arms falling to your sides. His arms were either side of your body, crowding you in.

Spike smirked as he heard your heartbeat pick up and your sharp inhale at his closeness.

“But we both know…” He said lowly, eyes focused on your lips, “That it's not all you want.”

He surged forward, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss. Breaking apart after only a moment to watch your lips chase his own. Spike lifted himself up slightly to gesture for you to move further up the bed, to which you complied.

Now able to blanket you with his own body he began to plant soft, teasing kisses along your neck, caressing the soft flesh with the sharp tips of his teeth, but never puncturing.

An open-mouthed kiss at your collarbone,

“Something the matter, love?”

You whimpered, “Why aren’t you doing it?”

Two more kisses, a nip at the base of your throat, still not hard enough to break skin.

“You have to ask. I want you to ask for it, pet, to really mean it.” His tongue laved a path along the smooth column of skin up to your jaw, followed soon by more kisses.

“Please, Spike. I want you to. I want your bite. For…” You hesitated and to your dismay his motions stopped alongside this. “For you to feed on me.”

Spike smiled conspiratorially, “Naughty naughty, pet.” The tantalising drag of his teeth stopped at the junction between your neck and shoulder, he moaned as he finally pierces your skin, your blood trickling into his mouth as your eyes flutter closed.

“Spike,” You whisper, tilting your head so that he can get a better angle. Feeling his smile against your skin is so different from seeing it. Spike's hands moved down your sides, the fingertips of his right hand skating across your ribcage, pressing his palm to the warm skin, feeling your heart's erratic beating beneath it. He's careful not to jostle you when he raises himself off of you.

“Always so eager to please.”

Softly, he kisses the tender spot, lapping up the sluggish drops of blood leaving the wound. You moan softly, craning your head to the side further still.

The tell-tale click of the shutter and bright flash startle you into squinting up at him, or rather, into the camera.

“Sorry pet, you just look so beautiful like this.”

You look at him properly, smiling from the compliment but still blinking off the light-headedness and adrenaline. His lips are tinted red, cheeks flushed and a sparkle in his eye from the experience, and though he always does to you, in this moment especially he looks alive. Gently you take the camera from him and snap a picture in return.

“So it's like that, hm?”

“Yes.” Had your voice always been that breathy? You disposed of the camera to the side once more.

Spike huffed an amused laugh, dipping down to mouth at the other side of your neck, moving next to kiss your collarbones, then the top of your chest.

“This alright, love?”

“More than alright.”

He enclosed one of your nipples into his mouth, rubbing the other teasingly with his hand. Swapping when he was sufficiently satisfied with your reactions, and then kissing down your rib cage.

“And this? This alright too, pet?” There was an addictive playfulness in his tone.

“Spike.”

“Use your words.”

“You could do just about anything to me right now and it would be alright.”

“I'll keep that in mind.” He promised, tugging at the elastic of your bottoms with his free hand.

In a sudden burst of confidence you removed them, leaving only your underwear remaining.

“Someone's eager.”

“You're bullying me.” You protested.

“You're the one that likes it, love. I can tell.”

His hand smoothed over your hip, “Though I am partial to it, myself.” He admitted, pushing your underwear to one side and running two fingers between your folds. “See? Proof. You like it even more than I do.”

You lifted your hips and he took your bottoms off, listening to your silent pleasure.

Wrist turned to the ceiling, he pushed one finger in slowly, allowing you to adjust to the bizarre feeling.

“Would you please just touch me?”

“As you wish.” He murmured, inserting another finger and beginning to pump them in and out of you rhythmically.

Spike may not have ever been particularly religious, but he certainly understood worship. The circular motions of his thumb against your clit was ritualistic, a practised demonstration of devotion; the soft spoken encouragement as he pressed hot kisses around the bite mark a prayer. Perhaps in another life his moniker would have been ‘the Devoted’.

“Oh God.” You moaned, fruitlessly trying to close your legs and white-knuckle clutching at the sheets in an attempt to warn him.

“Just Spike will do, love.”

You could feel his erection rubbing against the soft meat of your thigh as he began to rut into the bedding right beside you, pants still on. His desperation despite being dedicated to your pleasure at this moment was so palpable you couldn't help but succumb to his wishes, orgasm bleeding new life into your body.

You breathed deeply, boneless, and reached your arm down to palm at him through his pants.

Spike grunted, lifting his body away from your hand and standing to remove the remainder of his clothes.

You reached for him, pulling him down to kiss. The motion was as easy as though you had stolen kisses from Spike hundreds of times.

“Feel good, did you love?”

“Something like that.” You smiled up at him.

He laughed softly before pressing himself between your legs.

“Beautiful.”

“You say that to all your lovers?”

“I've only got one, so yes.”

You didn't know what to say to that, but judging from his quietly (for once) pleased expression you could tell he had sensed the way your cheeks had heated.

You readjusted to lean back against the makeshift headboard, from this angle you could see him better.

Spike's dick was surprisingly pretty. Slightly curved, larger than average, but longer than it was wide.

“Seen something you like, pet?”

“Definitely.” You made a grabbing motion to him and he slotted himself between your legs. The tops of his thighs touching your own.

Spike bent over and kissed your chest affectionately as he used his hand to run the head of his erection through your folds. Gathering wetness at the same time as teasing your clit.

He lined himself up, free hand beside your head to support himself as he entered you slowly, once again giving you time to adjust, all the while shallowly rutting in and out of you.

Once you had adjusted enough for him to bottom out he began to thrust deeper Into you.

“Such pretty noises, love.” Spike's eyes roved your face, listening to your whine in response and the soft moans that followed it as he began to increase his pace.

The hand not supporting him held your chin as he dipped down to kiss you and swallow those sounds for himself.

“Could you– fuck–” You cut off with a whimper.

“What love, what is it?”

“Could you bite me again, please?”

He hung his head and groaned in response.

“Please, Spike, would you?”

“Yes, I think I can manage that.” Came his strangled reply. He drove into you harder, muttering about good manners and sweet little desperate things, peppering kisses down the opposite side of your throat to where he had fed before.

You tilted your head and moaned, the sound spurring him on as he slowed to better control his thrusts. You could barely think, trying to fuck yourself down onto him further.

As he ran his teeth down the side of your neck teasingly, Spike's hand moved from your chin and snaked down to in between your bodies to rub your clit, while imprecise due to your combined wetness, the motions pushed you closer to completion.

“Please Spike. Please now, I need it. Need you to feed on me.” You slurred angling your neck to better present it even further.

He hummed, placing an open mouthed kiss just below your pulse point in warning, and then broke your skin with his teeth once more. Both Spike and yourself moaned, his rhythm faltering as he worked to push you over the edge and drank your blood simultaneously.

You moved your hips in circles slowly, aiming to even the score before you came for a second time but trying not to move him too much and risk his control over his feeding.

When he unlatched himself from your neck this time, Spike had a feral look in his eye, allowing the thinning blood trail to simply trickle out rather than cleaning it like last time as he leant down to kiss you. His pace sped up once more as he created love bites around your collarbones, connecting the two puncture wounds. You were unravelling quickly, but so was he.

“Spike, cum in me.”

“Are you sure, love?”

“Certain.”

He paused quickly, amusement showing when you whined, as he readjusted the arm that had been supporting him to thread his fingers through your own. Spike’s thrusting then resumed, though now his rhythm over your clit was more controlled and deliberate as he tried to time your releases. He leaned more fully into you, allowing his weight to push him into you deeper. Your body seized, feeling weightless and alight all at once, pulling his head down to kiss at his jaw and around his mouth as you orgasmed for a second time.

Desperately, he used his whole weight to push him as far into you as he could on his final thrust as you clenched around him wildly. Spike came inside of you with a groan, holding himself up long enough to kiss the corner of your mouth and roll slightly to the side before becoming boneless on top of you.

After allowing you both a moment of reprieve, Spike pulled out, sitting back on his knees and began to push the cum back into you.

You were panting slightly, a combined sheen of sweat misting over the pair of you.

“You alright?”

“Mm.” You blinked slowly, stretching and then pulling yourself up to be eye level with him.

You kissed him again, this time with less urgency behind it. When you leant back you inspected his face. The kiss-swollen lips, the little remnants of eyeliner he had had on smudged slightly and his hair was sex mussed. Smiling somewhat sleepily now, you reached for the forgotten camera, pushing your head into the crook of his shoulder, to which he rested his cheek on top of your head, taking the camera from you to get a better angle with his longer arm, and took a photo of you both.

“You're a dream, pet.”

You hummed amicably before blurting “I need a shower.”

He chuckled at you, “I think that can be arranged. If:” he said, adding the condition, “If I can join you.”

“Deal.” You angled your head to kiss him once more and smiled when you heard the shutter sound off just before your lips connected.

[3d10fire-damage]

i've been re-reading the locked tomb and watching btvs lately and so i'm crossing the beams

[hersterical]

Just re-watched Tabula Rasa and I’m trying to decide which scenario would be the best in an au where Faith was there. My options are:

Wakes up snuggled up with Spike and it’s assumed they’re a couple. Giles disapproves of his ‘son’s’ relationship and this is used as more argument fodder between Randy and Giles. Faith and Anya nearly get into a fist fight. ‘Joan’ is jealous but she’s not sure who she’s jealous of.

Wakes up snuggled up with Tara and they assume that they’re a couple. They act super giggly and flirty with each other and everyone’s amazed at how they’re obviously the most perfect couple even without their memories. (Things are kind of awkward between Faith and Willow for a little while after this one)

She has some of Dawn’s spare clothes or homework or something on her which leads her and Buffy to argue over which one of them is actually Dawn’s sister.

I’m not sure what position they could be in that would convince this particular group of this scenario, but for some reason it is assumed that she is in a throuple with Giles and Anya. Again this is used as argument fodder between Randy and Giles. “And you call me Randy!”

No matter what though, she has at least two or three ID’s on her with a different name on each (none of them are her actual name). One of them has a stereotypical stripper sounding name which is the name that Faith wants to go by, but one of the names is ‘Hope’ which either Buffy, Tara, or Dawn says they like (depending on which scenario we’re going with) so she goes along with it.

[initiumseries]

*Me & @zalrb​ rewatching BTVS for the millionth time*:

-the Bronze music starts-

Me: 

Zal: 

[draw-me-some-stories]

Heck yeah! Let’s Dawn Summers this boy!

So Danny being the only one who remembers being part of the family is fun.

Other interesting variations might include everyone except Bruce and/or Tim (á la being the ones messing with time) remembering Danny.

Or, the same, but Danny also knows he’s a cuckoo and is trying his hardest (too hard?) to fit in like he’s always been there because CW told that he’d need to be part of this family to be safe from whatever he’s hiding Danny from.

New Twin?

ok so we know Bruce got lost in the time stream right?

And Tim saved him bla bla bla...

Ok so I'm reading a fanfic rn and it's giving me an idea for a dpxdc crossover.

Its 'TWINcognito mode' by nerdpoe

Ok so I'm thinking it's not safe for Danny in his world so clockwork pulls some strings and sets everything up for Danny to be Tim's non identical twin (theyre similar enough to pass) and he just appears in wayne manor right after Bruce gets out of the time stream.

Like I'm talking he has a room that's 'been lived in for years', he has memories of them and growing up with tim, he's acting like nothings new ect.

So he's all like "dad your back!" And they're all looking between tim and his double like "tim??? NOT tim????" And they come to the conclusion that Bruce fucked with the time stream and he spawned in.

They all feel guilty that they 'forgot' him even though they never knew him. Especially Tim, he would feel so bad if there was someone that went through what he did with their parents neglect and they only had each other, but Tim doesn't remember who this is.

He could be fully aware and is pretending so he's safe OR clockwork thought this would be for the best so he altered Danny's memories so he genuinely believes he's Tim's twin.

For the second option I like the ideas that he doesn't remember anything/he doesn't have access to his ghost half (either he has to heal from something his parents did or he can't handle the full power that comes with being ghost king) and he won't unlock his memories/powers till he dies again.

Which if he genuinely believed they were his family, and then they tell him he wasn't real a few days ago, that would probably fuck with his mind.

[queercelestialhoneybee]

@jacks-the-flower thx for the tag

i’ll tag @echo-at-the-pond @celine-didanh @ofteaandsparrows & @void-galaxy-shenanigans

[teenietinytangerine]

THE TRUTH UNTOLD;

part i. chapter 3.

prev > chapter 1, chapter 2. content disclaimer: light cursing, soft smut. not proofread. pairing: gumiho!yoongi x oc btvs saein (moodboard) summary: Saein was activated as a Slayer during The Reckoning, a spell liberating every Potential Slayer to their full ability. Recently, a client asked her to get rid of a Gumiho (succubus-like in the story, nine-tailed fox) that had taken hold of a house he inherited. A few shenanigans later, the Slayer offered herself up to the Gumiho to feed him. (the story is in media res, if ppl are interested in knowing how they actually met, I might write that in the future)

The prophecies. The legends. All leading to ... her destiny? In Hwachang? The misty city in the south of Seoul, was sitting prettily on top of a Hellmouth, a fissure between realities that let demons in and attracted the local bloodsuckers, kooky wizards and the occasional delusional mummy to its source, but nothing to worry! For the Slayer (or one of anyway, nowadays they operated more in the thousand, which was still quite a low number considering it was worldwide, but you gotta admit it is better that the One, unique, singular numero uno it used to be) had made it her home a few years back already and kept the lid on the infernal soup brewing in there. Somewhat. As best as she could, you know, while juggling her two part-times and gig in the band to whom she promised she wouldn't miss another concert or she would clean Lee's drumset off the gums the kids stuck there with a toothbrush.

But you gotta stake a vampire's heart first!

Or fix the Gumiho issue the sunny-smiled client had brought to your door, and with payment for a change.

... And now, she was waking up in his bed.

Snuggled against him, his warmth, his slow breathing. For the first time in years, she had dreamt of nothing. Her mind had been preoccupied with rest only. Even as she rose back into consciousness, there was something peaceful in the room with the way the light was turning golden through the curtains, or was it the summer breeze of the evening? Saein couldn't remember why she was fighting off the urge to fall back in, let the embrace of oblivion wrap her once again. It was his presence, the fox, the sneaky little fox she had thrown herself at his mercy and could not find any regrets for, innocently dozing off behind her that awoke her fully. She didn't even know what a Gumiho was a month ago and now she was spooning with one, wondering if she should interrogate the reason it felt like an elephant had took off his foot from her chest and ultimately deciding to leave that for the next spiralling down existential crisis that was most likely looming around soon. In the meantime, she'd enjoy the lightness.

Her sleepy gaze fell on his curled hand that he had kept where she put it, hugging her from behind, right next to her own arm and she was, without realizing, noting their every detail: the paths his veins were drawing on his pale skin, the pinkish color of his knuckles, how long his fingers extended despite being crouched over themselves... Her mind wandered towards those fingers' abilities. The way he could sense and absorb emotions, but not any emotion, hers, no, no not exactly, not any of hers either, just pleasure. Her thoughts drifted back to what those fingers did to her only a few hours before, how they felt on her body, in her body... The memory alone is enough to bring back the electric warmth. It felt like trying to remember a dream that kept escaping her. The more she tried to recount all the details, the more she grew restless, the proximity of his body right next to her seeming too far, and the more the view of those fingers being so close to her skin and yet motionless was driving her bonkers.

Suddenly, it occurred to her. Once again, somehow, she had her back to him. Maybe it was because they were practically in the same position than in the bathroom, and her body was merely reacting to the recall like, like... muscle memory, or something. She wanted needed to see his face. She turned slowly to face him, and the change of position made his hand slip to her waist. Damnit. But now she could see him. Half his face snuggled into a pillow, the fox looked peaceful, almost innocent. So human, not a single feature betraying him. His long raven hair fell across his eyelids, his cheeks were fuller you would expect, and, like a magnet, her gaze fell to his well-defined lips. Once again, she felt the rythme of her heart accelerate and a fog rise amidst her better judgment as she leaned ever so slightly. "You're..."  Gorgeous. It was stupid how gorgeous he looked. It would be pointless trying to explain the harmony of his traits, he might as well have been sculpted by the fabric of the universe itself.  

"Hm?" His grumbling scared the living bejesus out of her, with his cave-like voice, awakening from the depth of his sleep and stopping her cold in her tracks. He opened his eyes and for a moment they were both frozen, neither willing to give in nor escape whatever this situation was. Saein, going as far as tilting her head as if she was not leaning mere inches away from him, innocently echoed: "Hm?"

Yoongi's eyes were flickering all over her face, trying to figure her out and finding himself completely unable to. That was not how things usually go. By now, she should be miles away from here, actually she shouldn't even be in his bed. ACTUALLY, a Slayer, should not even be in the same city than him, and definitely not offer herself up and even less should he be able to still taste her in his veins, and crave her... Her scent should not be all over his sheets, and he should not be woken up with her, above him, taunting him.

Saein moved closer, and he recognized the same look she had given him in the bathtub. "What are you-" he said absentmindedly, as his whole brain, barely awakened, was shutting down in the attempt to process the situation, only aware in this instant of her face closing the distance on his. As if she was in a  trance, she continued to mumble to herself "You look..." The words died on her lips as she could no take off her eyes from his. If only she knew how he was looking at her, completely puzzled and adoring with defeat the confusion she was putting him through, but her attention was entirely on her own realization of his absolute sinful beauty she was gorging herself in.

She swallowed the last distance between them and let the end of the sentence crash on his mouth, unfinished, sealing the answer with a kiss that felt like silk, mellow and light. This time, the fox was not as taken aback as he was before, but still, he had no time to process or react before she halted it. "You've got to stop doing that", he murmurs behind his breathe as they are close enough to hear any whisper from each other. "Why?" The fever was still very much present in her. "It's not what I usually ..." "It's not part of the ritual?" She rubbed her nose against his, he bit his bottom lip, suddenly crisping, then finally exhaling: "Yeah, something like that." But you're not pushing her off. "You said you fed on my pleasure... Can't you feel it?" He did. Every brush against his nose, the slightest touch of her wandering lips hovering right above his, waiting for nothing more than permission, with every single skin ship, he could feel her, completely, her and the flood of emotions she carried. More than the kiss, it was the eagerness that made him spiral. She was so .. what was she? 

"Christ, you just woke up, what did you dream about to be like that?" But he couldn't help himself, he couldn't deny that she was stirring up his own hunger at an alarming pace. Now, as if she could read his defenses melt away, her fingers were venturing along his neck all the way to his jaw. "I dreamt of a bath." He smirked. The fox is back. "A good bath?" The gumiho slowly rose up, making sure to never wander an inch away from the distance they had established, their breath mingling together.  She tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. Her smile widened. "It wasn't too bad, i guess." That's all it took, Yoongi succumbed to the black hole-like attraction and, truly, fully, kissed her.

 Kissing him was intoxicating. Kissing him was understanding the meaning of lust itself. She felt like she was satisfying a thirst after a drought, like the water had been right out of her reach for days and now it was gliding in her throat and she didn't know how to appreciate the immensity of it. The slayer was a good kisser, but even her had to admit she had never been or kissed like that. She felt no inhibitions with him, and why should she? This was always what she came here for, and intimacy with him felt like the most natural thing in the world. Saein didn't wait to take over, guiding the depth of the kiss to the heights of her expectations, rolling over him for more control, sitting on his chest and her hands sliding in his hair.

The chaste kiss was far gone and they were inhaling each other, exploring how far the other would let them go and neither posing any boundaries if it wasn't for the rush that limited either from melting completely in one movement before another got distracted by wanting more.

The Gumiho was completely overwhelmed. There was a reason he didn't usually kiss. Although the mythical creature fed through every touch, his mouth remained the true mean to do so, and therefore the most sensitive part of him. He had a hard time focusing on her pleasure without getting distracted by his before he could actually eat anything. She made his head spin, dangerously. He got so dismayed by his own efforts to snap out of it that he didn't notice one of her hand forsake his dark hair to travel down his chest and work on the buttons of his silky shirt. He only noticed when she freed his mouth, although he pursued her in a rush, to kiss her way down his neck and when she reached his collarbone, all the buttons had come undone and she was sliding her fingers along his bare skin. "So soft," she whispers in-between pecks, finally giving him a moment to breathe but only as she has a new destination in mind. Before moving any way down further, she suddenly sat back up, straddling him. Here, she was taking him in, slowing down their clock at a still because the view was breathtaking.

Yoongi was having a hard time catching his breath, his eyes slightly rolled back, his mouth still hanging open. He looked both ethereal and lost in ether at once. Her gaze followed the trace of her fingers on his chest, feasting on the wide, soft but defined chest, nearly drooling at it. "Not bad," she sighed.

This was the moment she started to wonder if Gumihos didn't emit pheromones or something  because there was no way she was like that just after a make out session, right?

"Not bad," he repeated. With the golden light from the dying sun coming behind her, the Slayer looked divine. He was looking up at her, standing astride him, her messy onyx hair dripping down on her forehead, the curve of her waist he could distinguish through the enormous tee-shirt he had lent her, her naked thighs pressing against his ribs, and if she were to move back ever so slightly...

His eyes widened when she proceeded to do just that, but instead of following through on his thoughts, she merely bent back to kiss, with tenderness, his chest. She was putting all her attention on how the muscles of his breast reacted to her touch, tensing up and releasing, caressing the smooth skin and the chest hair before adventuring herself onto the most sensitive parts: the brown pinkish buttons enticing her. Her teeth brushed over, then bit above it, before remembering how much she hated him teasing her the same way, which honestly was leaning her more towards teasing him even more but her own desires won and she started licking unceremoniously the nipple, exhorting a deep grunt out of him. He didn't just lost control, he wasn't sure he could remember the meaning of the word. Admittedly, it had been a while since he had been on the receiving end but by the name of all that is evil, what the fuck.

When he felt her hand sneaking down between his legs, he suddenly pulled himself back up, making her slump on her ass on the mattress, wide-eyed.

He coughed with a forced laugh, as if he just remembered something that could not wait. "I forgot you're human! You gotta be hungry." Parsed lips, eye contact nowhere to be seen. Her eyes succinctly fell down below his waist but she did not comment on what she saw and he pretended not to notice but continued with a faster pace. "I'm not going to make you starve, I take care of my guests, I'm not a monster. Wait here." Before she had the chance to riposte, or comprehend the sudden switch, he was gone in a storm.

next chapter

[childlikegoblinqueen]

Cooking something!

Not starting any big post SCOM projects until I finish SCOM.

But I may put out a pre-SCOM early Hexsquad/Cabin 7 shenanigans with a BtVS/Stranger things/Monster of the week vibe?

Miss the smaller contained multi chapter stuff… like with Thank You Consequence…

Maybe a little cross realm mayhem?

Let’s see.

[mielodrama]

And then four seasons later you have Spike who is trying so hard to be cool in Fool for Love basically telling Buffy "you see vampires don't need weapons, look at my fangs i'm soo scary". Darla must have been so fucking done, she really went "fuck this shit, let's add some guns to the mix" i'm crying

I've just finished rewatching Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the scene back in season 1 when Darla is trying to kill Buffy and suddenly takes two fricking guns out of fricking nowhere is hands down the funniest moment of the entire show. Like girl what do you think you're doing ????

[live-from-flaturn]

OH also a more niche concept: the one where someone casts a spell that makes everyone turn into the real version of their costumes. Chay is dressed as Wik. Kim is dressed as a cat. Shenanigans ensue. Bonus points for cameos from the rest of the cast. I'm envisioning Pete dressed up as a hedgehog (to do weird sexual mind games with Vegas), Arm dressed as a stripper cop, Pol who has been conned into a sexy nurse outfit, etc. OH and what if Porsche dressed up as Kinn (big eyebrows, ombre suit, almost-completely unbuttoned shirt, stolen watch)

Oh, you mean like that one episode from S2 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer? One of my top 5 favorite BTVS episodes, "Halloween"?

You came to the right inbox. On it, boss!

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Tankhun flung the last bit of glitter into his cauldron, cackling gleefully. He brushed his hands together to remove any last ingredients before stirring it all together. "Surely nothing bad will come of THIS particular spell!"

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"Wh-What's happening?!"

Chay whipped around to face his startled boyfriend, whose greenish pallor and blown pupils put him about two seconds away from swooning. Chay frowned, "What do you mean, P'Kim? What's wrong?"

"Who are you?"

"Huh?" Chay balked. "Babe, what are you talking about?"

"Babe?! Do not speak to me so informally!" Kim sniffed. "Who are you and why are you in my private bedchamber? Unless- Guards!"

"Guards?!" Chay stood and scrambled for the door, ready to stop them before he got properly tackled for no good reason. To his surprise, none of the usual bodyguards came running. The hallway stayed perfectly empty, the call of their boss entirely ignored.

Someone was sooooooo getting fired in the morning.

When Chay turned to speak with him again, Kim had backed himself into a corner and steadfastly begun cowering therein. Something was seriously wrong with Chay's partner, which usually meant... "For fuck's sake. TANKHUN!"

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I am probably gonna come back to this one or try turning it into a longer fic. Thank you for the good prompt!!

[loisfreakinglane]

@queenofattolia OOOOH MY FAVORITE THROUPLES!!!!!!!!! SMASH THAT READ MORE BUTTON

ben/maddie/ryn ~ siren (never forgive never forget that breakup, they were PERFECT. that show ended with season 2 and i will NEVER EVER EVER forgive season 3's crimes)

kala/rajan/wolfgang ~ sense8 (we were denied a full series arc of them getting together, but frankly i didn't feel it was rushed in the finale. it still felt organic TO ME, largely bc the chemistry between rajan and wolfgang was impeccable immediately)

eliot/hardison/parker ~ leverage (can you believe there's people who watch leverage that don't ship this?!!?!?! there are human beings out there who ship eliot/parker with zero hardison involvement. BAFFLED, FRIENDS)

angel/buffy/cordy ~ btvs/ats (i'm sorry this is based on my own brain falling into the depths of madness when s6/s3 were airing and i was banned from watching buffy so i was reading the transcripts on buffyworld and left to stew over how much i wanted buffy and dawn and tara to flee to la and never look back, while also falling in love with cangel and thinking about how much those three would fit perfectly together, buffy and cordy as two sides of the same coin, just always out of step with the others parallel heroic journey, how much bangel would work so much more for me when it's damaged adults coming together and also raising their impossible blue eyed kids together also connors never kidnapped also also faith moves into the hyperion too and gunn and fred never break up the end okay i'll stop now)

the princess, the prince, and the mermaid ~ the little mermaid (i was infected by the novel mermaid: a twist on the classic tail (heh) in my youth- christopher, lenia, and margrethe had a fascinating relationship i fell in love with. and now!!!!!!!! watching older adaptations of tlm, seeing the interactions between the three of them always intrigue me so hard. pre-disney the princess is allowed to be sweet and kind to the mermaid, if somewhat patronizing to the mute young girl. and when the mermaid fades away, her body in foam and her soul off to heaven, she lays a kiss on the grieving princess's head AND I DIE)

elizabeth/neal/peter ~ white collar (IT WAS SUCH A FUN TRIO I STAND BY THIS CHOICE! also at the time it was extraordinarily refreshing of fandom to not immediately despise and vilify the woman standing between their slash ship. and i adored the canon and the fanon so tbh! this will always stick out as a classique ot3 to me!)

irma/marion/miranda ~ picnic at hanging rock (why aren't we frolicking in oz, wearing white gowns and eating picnic treats RIGHT NOW? anyway they're in love, they're so in love they fell into an alternate dimension)

ann/ben/leslie ~ parks and recreation (am I the only person who was tearing my hair out during ann's search for a sperm donor bc why did leslie never offer up ben's specimen!?!?! she is OBSESSED with ann and way too invasive and beyond controlling and I think way too much about that episode where ben and ann are fighting over the wafflemaker for one of leslie's insane random holidays, then end it off by coming together to make leslie STOP with the incessant celebrations and presents? anyway they should have all wound up together. and not just bc chris was terrible)

huoxin/jing/xiaowei ~ painted skin the resurrection (the lady demon, the princess, and the bodyguard. this trio was EVERYTHING. the demon fixated on the princess and her heart, the princess desperately in love with her bodyguard turned general but clinging to shame over her facial scars, the general who runs from his failure to protect her. ADD IN BODYSWAP SHENANIGANS AND I LOSE MY MIND EVERY TIME.)

ezra/jules/richie ~ imposters (possibly partially queerplatonic bc i'm not exactly sure where jules lies on ye olde kinsey scale, but even if it's platonic on her part i'm incredibly in love with this trio and i SO see it as a working throuple LEAVE ME ALONE)

elizabeth/olive/william ~ professor marston and the wonder women (whether you believe the historical accuracy of this movie or not, this throuple is fucking awesome and i adooooooore them)

gwen/mj/peter ~ marvel comics (i'm so sick of thinking about spider-man rn bc *waves hand at mcu* HOWEVER it would feel disingenous to leave this off my list. i love these three, i love them together so much.)

alex/hal/tom ~ being human uk (the way these characters brought new life to this era of bhuk. these three are in LOVE)

chel/miguel/tulio ~ the road to el dorado (baby's first ot3)

kirk/spock/uhura ~ star trek (THE KELVIN TIMELINE!!!!!!!!!!! THEY'RE SO MUCH. still mourning a fic that was deleted off ao3....... sad bean bear city)

art/patrick/tashi ~ challengers (THEEEEEEEEEEEE PINNACLE! there are ppl who cast tashi as the villain of the story and think art and patrick will flee her when the credits roll, and i am so glad i am not surrounded by those types. this is a love story where every person is desperately needed to complete the triad. they just don't work without all 3 of them)

clark/lana/lex ~ smallville (LOOK LOOK LOOK. SHUT UP. anyway i rewatched this show with my father at the height of the pandemic and lana/lex hit hard in a way it never had before, so now i'm p equally obsessed with every side of this triangle and now i want to smash them all together so bad. THIS IS HOW TO FIX EVERYTHING.)

gaby/ilya/napoleon ~ the man from uncle (ready made ot3, i can't be mad)

mylene/shaolin/zeke ~ the get down (did mylene and shaolin hate each other? uhhhhhhh yep. HOWEVER. THAT ALLOWED FOR SOME FUCKING GREAT TENSION. and they were both equally in love with zeke so like............ i wanted it so bad

i'm SURE i'm missing very important ones, but these are my broad strokes 💗💗💗

ALSO LOOK AT THEM!!!!!!!!! TELL ME YOU DON'T SHIP THEM IMMEDIATELY

[3d10fire-damage]

babe are you okay? you've watched the tillow stargazing scene 10 times today

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, September 11th - Part One

Xander is walking in a deserted street and sees Angel and Faith approach. XANDER: Hey guys! Man, where you been? You gotta find Buffy. She's going to her place and stocking up on ... Angel casually smacks Xander in the jaw without breaking stride. Xander falls limply to the ground. Faith doesn't even look at him. ANGEL: That guy just bugs me. Angel and Faith continue marching down the street.

~~Enemies~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

BtVS Triple Drabble: Always In Trouble by badly_knitted (Buffy, PG)

Weekly Drabbles #170 — Soothing by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Hello, Old Friend by RavenLove12 (Giles/Ethan, E)

Negotiating by TheClowniestLivInExistence (Darla/Drusilla, M)

GRAVE DISTRACTION by KNZ1 (Buffy, Xander, M)

There's a Different Feel About You Tonight by Skyson (Buffy/Giles, M)

Glimpses of the Wasteland by Harlow_Turner (MadeInGold) (Buffy/Angel/Spike, Giles/Maggie, Riley/Graham, T)

Not Without Permission by Regent_Rando_nsfw (Regent_of_RarePairs) (Giles/Spike, E)

Secrets & Apologies by Regent_of_RarePairs (Giles/Spike, T)

The Other Kind of Lust by LiraelClayr007 (Giles/Spike, M)

Retaliation by sassaffrassa (Buffy/Spike, E)

Can't hear you... by LiraelClayr007 (Giles/Spike, E)

"Yeah...." Joan sighed, blowing out smoke from a second procured cigarette and stifling a cough... by hiddenbysuccubi (Buffy/Spike, unrated)

Outline: ... btvs / ats selfinsert au by asleepmottley (Angel/Spike, unrated)

Glimpses of the Wasteland by Harlow Turner (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

What the Drabble? Vol. 2 - ch. 70 by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Foregivenss - ch. 38 by slaymesoftly (Buffy/Spike, R)

Spies, High Stakes, and Secrets - ch. 1 by Rippertish (Buffy/Giles, E)

Finding Peace pt.13: Wanting (Spike x y/n) by itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland (Spike/reader, unrated)

Soul Mate Magic - Chapter One by emma-m-black (Giles/OC, rated M)

Soul Mate Magic - Chapter Two by emma-m-black (Giles/OC, rated M)

Next To Me - ch. 2 by Lilacsandorangeblossoms (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Because the Night - ch. 8 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Truth and Consequences - ch. 24 by JamesMFan (Buffy/Spike, R)

Forgiveness Doesn't Come Easy - ch. 38 by slaymesoftly (Buffy/Spike, R)

Mysterious Destinies - ch. 9 by EnchantedWillow (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Into his mind - ch. 3-4 by rossshin (Buffy/Spike, G)

Next to me - ch. 2 by Lilacsandorangeblossoms (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Sweet Dreams (Or A Beautiful Nightmare) - ch. 3 by goodbyetoyou (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

To All We Guard - ch. 24 by simmony (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Forgiveness Doesn't Come Easy - ch. 38 by Slaymesoftly (Buffy/Spike, R)

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Artwork: Little piece of buffy inspired art I made (A5, acrylic and ink on card) by jaw-jar (worksafe)

Artwork: i love you liar girl by bugaboooooooooo (Faith, worksafe)

Artwork: Discord shenanigans resulted in this by isevery0nehereverystoned (Spike, worksafe)

Artwork: Red ink test. by o-cm-draw-o (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Artwork: Ep. 2×03 "School hard" by o-cm-draw-o (Buffy/Spike, NSFW-ish)

Artwork: Ep. 5x07 "Fool for Love" by o-cm-draw-o (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Fanvid: Buffy the Vampire Slayer // I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone by Sleater-Kinney by whale-music (Buffy/Faith, worksafe)

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Moodboard: Sanctuary Mood Board Watch Here (x) by theoverlookedoneedits1997 (ensemble, worksafe)

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Gifset: Buffy Meme: [5/6] Faith/Buffy "You know what the messed up thing is?... by lovebvffys (Buffy/Faith, worksafe)

Gifset: [when the words of a sister come back in whispers] by detectivedawnsummers (Buffy/Faith, worksafe)

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Fanvid: Mum - Buffy, Joyce & Dawn (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) by TheOverLookedOne (Buffy, Joyce, Dawn, worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

Made a list of my favorite episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer by the order in which they aired in their respective seasons... by coraniaid

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[Recs & In Search Of]

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[underforeversgrace]

Beep boop hello to you! Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💚

Beep boop, hewwo! (Also tagged in this @darthfrodophantom! I love getting asks like this!

In no particular order:

broken trust and the wounds hidden behind/where the wounds were hidden

Summary: Jack wasn't meaning to snoop in his son's room when he found a box of medical supplies and a USB with a tag that said IF I DON'T COME HOME. Danny’s secrets revealed, Jack is desperate to earn his son’s trust, to earn the right to this secret he stumbled across. After almost two years of unknowingly hunting his son, is Danny's trust too broken to heal?

Reason: this is easily my most popular fic to date, and one I routinely reread. I just really love the idea of Danny's parents figuring it out and trying to support him, and I just love really, really love Jack. Also this one is what "put me on the map" in the phandom, so to speak, and I'll always love it for that. I'm including the tag-along fic with it bc it's not a sequel/is a short addition.

Woken and Bound

Summary: Danny wakes up in chains, Clockwork and the Observants hovering above him. Knowing only one fate could bring them here, he didn’t even fight, just bows his head and waits.

Reason: This one was created off a discussion in the Danny Phantom Discord! It was one of the first real interactions I had with the phandom. The fic is just angsty enough, but the memory of writing it is still fun!

same memory (different perspective)

Summary: It’s just chores, just him cleaning the lab. It’s just a normal day and he’s definitely fine. His fight or flight instinct definitely isn’t screaming at every single atom in himself to run.

Reason: I don't really have an emotional reason tied to this one, surprisingly. It was just a dissec fic I wrote that I ended up really, really enjoying. It's short and to the point, and the point is agony.

Parental Responsiblility

Summary: After a night she’d rather forget, Jack and Maddie are missing, and Jazz has to face her new reality.

Reason: This was the first fic I ever tried to write where I used timeline jumping as a major storytelling method, it was also the first fic wherein I focused on one person's POV, instead of POV hopping. Also my first time writing Jazz POV at all! This is also the fic I consider my most fucked up.

we live our lives like we're ready to die

Summary: DP x Angel: the Series (BTVS) crossover! (Actual short summary because the real summary is long: Wesley and Sam get into a bidding war over an ancient text. Wes needs it for Angel, Sam needs it because Danny is inexplicably drawn to it. Shenanigans!)

Reason: This might just have some "woo-hoo new fic energy!" pushing it up on my faves, but I am genuinely enjoying reading and writing this fic. I never thought I'd do any type of crossover fic, but this is just a blast and a half! Trying to fit the lores together, figure out how these characters will play off of each other and react to each other is a blast! This is the single most self indulgent fic I've ever written and I love it for that.

[hepaidattention]

I made it a challenge to myself to watch all the teen dramas, and I think I have finally watched them all (at least the classics). Since I have finished all the teen soaps, I think I shall rate them with my bias opinions (this is 2010s and later only)....

#1: Teen Wolf. I debated adding the supernatural ones to this list, but alas I had to. This show is #1 because it embodied everything teen drama with actually good acting, an iconic villain (Void!Stiles) and a ship I would die for (Stydia). this show had everything the teen dramas were hoping for, there is an actually lovable main character, an even more loved best friend, and an epic story of romance and saving the world every day while still in highscool. what more could you ask for?

#2: since supernatural teen soaps are in this, Buffy the Vampire Slayer will always have my heart. This show went beyond teen angst and became a much deeper, emotional show as it matured with the audience, but it will forever be a classic and would make #1 if it weren't for the whole deeply moving and painful season where Buffy grappled with wanting to be dead and trying not to hate her friends from tearing her away from heaven.

#3: Gossip Girl. This show had everything a teen drama could ask for. Rich people, more rich people who just acted like they were poor but they lived in a giant apartment in Brooklyn, love triangles, back and forth will they or won't they, and the best mystery of the 2000s: who is GG??? the best part about this show was I loved to hate every character on this show, and it made me even more invested every episode.

#4: The OC. This might come to a shocker to most, but this show (though was a little too serious sometimes) was the only teen drama I watched where they had almost as much humor as they did angst. Summer and Seth were the soul of this show, truthfully, and it was the only teen angst show that had me loving every character by the end. It embodied the essence of highschool teen drama shenanigans like any TV show would attempt and misrepresent and I forever will love it for it.

#5: The Vampire Diaries. This show gets #5 for iconic stats only, if I'm honest. However there's something about tvd that makes me want to rewatch just about every new month. With the most iconic couple, Damon and Elena as a plus, theres still the epically annoying love triangles, it's poor acting, and the never ending amount of necks these vampies snapped. this show will always baffle me for its pull on ppl (me included) with some of the most annoying main characters to exist leading most the show. The entire TVD franchise is attached to this, because I refuse to add any of the other spins offs in this list.

#6: One Tree Hill. This show, if being rated for this soap opera plots alone, would've been #1 on this list. One Tree Hill was the embodiment of pointless fighting, ridiculous plots, and epic love triangles. Nothing beats how this show idolized basketball, and how it demonized a dad that never had any real reason to be such a horrible dad. like seriously, why did he hate Lucas sm??? it was never really ever explained. For me personally, this show made #6 merely because I'm a girl who loves a good ship, and there was never a ship I was ever truly invested in for this show. Naley was lovely, but I never could get too invested in any of these characters. They were always very 2 dimensional and had very little growth (aside from Nathan and Brooke, obviously).

#7: Veronica Mars. This show honestly belongs up there with BTVS with its witty dialougue, interesting and dramatic myteries, love to hate characters, and the epic love story that is LoVe. however it gets knocked down to 7th place due to its lack of an ending and then the creator's absolutely ruining the entire show by giving us one more season with the worst ending to exist (and I've seen HIMYMs ending).

#8: Dawson's Creek. This show is a mix of hate and love for me, though it does hold a special place in my heart. It belongs higher up the list for its wordy dialogue, perpetual declarations of love and the meaning of life, and its never ending love triangle. I loved Pacey, Joey, Jen, and Jack very dearly in this show. They all were precious characters who all grew up tremendously (especially Jen and Pacey). and of course, Pacey and Joey's love story might just be one of the best ones in all of teen dramas. however, it gets demoted down to the lonely number 8 because I simply just did not like Dawson. Sadly, it being called Dawson's Creek, he was quite a regular in the show, too. even plots usually circulated around him most episodes. He was self righteous, selfish, narcissistic, a manipulator, and truly he never changed until the final episodes. I always thought I hated Elena in tvd, but at least with Elena she meant good. Dawson wanted nothing but his way, and most of his actions (like his hate for Pacey) were purely because he was a whiny baby that hated that he didn't get what he wanted. I mean, Pacey and Joey were literally fighting about telling him - on their way to tell him in that very moment. Joey was the one who didn't want to tell Dawson the most - and yet Dawson spent the rest of the show (until the final episodes) hating his best friend for simply loving someone Dawson decided he had dibs on. Joey and Pacey were the only thing that kept me watching, since Jack and Jens plots were few and far between the longer the show went on.

#9: This placement really is just for all the other teen dramas I left out, especially for the shows that were an odd mix of drama and comedy, or never really had any opportunity to fall into any of the classic teen drama trends. some honorable mentions would be Freaks and Geeks, Gilmore Girls, Degrassi (I just refuse to watch Degrassi, tbh), Charmed, and 90210.

#10: and last and most certianly least, Pretty Little Liars. I hated this show, and truthfully never finished the last seasons. I just skipped and watched the finale because I became so irritated with every aspect of this entire series. However, it's start was good, and I will always remember the thrill of watching the first season and trying to peice together just who A really was.